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oil spill = love spill? (a what if column)

Lessons of the Oil Spill: Interpretation According to jehrod 

we all have heard that Bible verse that says the love of money is the root of all evil, which leads me into the introduction of this piece. greed v. good. in the business world, there are only two choices you can make: to do good (the higher choice) or to do greed (the other choice). we live in the 21st century where there are a plethora of reputable businesses that produce remarkable products and yet find ways to give back and help the communities that they serve.  these businesses not only survive but they thrive because of the sow/reap relationship they have with the world. they serve us well and those of us who are conscious, choose to support them with our business. these companies are here to stay because they represent the best of what it means to be human. 

now to to oil spill on the coast. it deeply disturbs me. that uneasiness doesn't come from hearing about it all day, everyday on the news (we have to thank them for keeping it on our minds). for me, it comes from the deception and the procrastination that has been blatantly displayed. BP is an inhumane company. they seem to have made the other choice when it comes to those principles of service and seem to be remotely removed from the unparalleled devastation that continues to ravish our coast lands. what is taking them so long to "fix" this problem? as a critical thinker, i understand that for every crisis, there is a solution. 

if it were love sprouting out from under the coast, i wouldn't have a problem with the spill. in fact, i would do the happy dance. i would pray that it heals the marshes and the wetlands. i would hope that it gets into the water system and cause us to love more and fear less. one thing the oil crisis is teaching us is that some big businesses do not care about their customers or the environment. all they see when they see us are dollar signs. they don't see our souls or honor our humanity. they see our cars which are addicted to oil and our country's insatiable appetite for it. 

in conclusion, i've heard BP called by many names; among them Bipolar and Beyond Patience. Well I would like to add my own... Blessings and Peace, for they will need a whole lot of that in the weeks and months to come. when the consumers and government (which is there to protect us and our land) shun you...well let's leave the rest for the history books. 

here's to a new era in clean, renewable energy. america must lead the way.
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